Neverwinter Forest there was a thousand storms in his eyes

Cypress tongued the torn flesh at the leftmost corner of his lips, but he couldn’t feel it — and whether that was due to cold or the early onset of infection, he couldn’t say. What he came to realize was that it didn’t seem to be responding as it normally did — when he’d grinned, for example. He tried a second time, but as the right corners of his lips quirked roguishly upward, the left side remained exactly where it was. It didn’t seem to affect his speech, and when he yawned it didn’t hurt, so he paid little mind to it. “Okay,” he said, acquiescent, following his brother deeper into the forest’s bitter heart.